Apparently this is a thing we're doing now. In March.
We were enjoying a lovely Saturday, yesterday. It was warm enough for a thin sweater, and wearing boat-shoes sockless. Spring was just on the cusp of beginning. Now the central Ohio landscape has suddenly and inexplicably been blanketed with a thin, wet layer of snow.
Oh, Ohio, when will your mischievous antics come to an end? (The answer is never. Ohio will never stop being a butt).